A Slave Story

Read part one before this, it will be confusing otherwise.

Enjoy!

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"Wakey, wakey." A recognizable voice wakes me from my sleep. I sit up, reaching up to rub my eyes. The memories of yesterday come crashing down on me and I let out a choked sob.

"It's okay, shh, shh, shh." I feel warm strong arms lift me up and cradle me to a chest. A chest bigger than Reggie's. So it must be...

"YOU!" I scream, scrambling away from the man. He smiles tightly and gets up.

"Me." He says coldly, slamming the open door shut. I look around. It looks like a cell, with a barred window and concrete walls, ceiling and floor. The door seems to be made out of heavy metal. I turn my attention back to the man, my eyes seething with rage.

"Calm yourself, slave." The man walks to me, and I flatten my small body against the wall, the coldness seeping into my body. I realize that I don't have on clothes.

"Where's Reggie?" I demand, covering my bosom with a hand and squeezing my legs together.

"Your pathetic excuse for a husband is in his own little cell. I've had quite a lot of fun breaking him, in more ways than one. I know your whole life story. I have it on file as well, should it ever come in handy." The man smiles gruesomely, and I glare at him.

"I don't want to hurt you, slave. But you need to submit. I will let you see your husband, and you will learn to be happy here. You have two choices. Make me beat you until you submit, or save us both the bother." The man comes closer and I ponder my choices.

"I will not submit to you. You've taken away our freedom, for good, what do I have to lose? You are pathetic and sick. Get a fucking girlfriend, creep." I turn away from him, crossing my arms, trying to hide my curvy body.

"I thought you might say that." The man sighs and lunges at me. I scream, but he produces a ball gag from his pocket and secures it. More men rush in, they must have been keeping guard. I am put in shackles and escorted down long concrete halls. The man puts a collar and leash on me when we stop in front of a door. Most of the men leave, but two stay guard as the man leads me forcefully into another room.

I see nothing of particular interest. It is a square room with a high ceiling with smooth walls and a few light fixtures up high. The room is light enough to see properly, but dim enough to be slightly mysterious. A chest sits in the far left hand corner, and I don't really want to know what is in it, not after yesterday.

I am shoved towards the right wall, and I notice for the first time, the shackles on it. It could secure me onto it, and I would be splayed out and unable to move. And I get the feeling that that is what is going to happen.

The man does exactly that, and I feel so exposed and disgusting. Still, a slight tingle runs up my spine when he kisses my breasts, not disgust, but excitement. I push the feeling away, terrified that my body will betray my lust. And soon, it does. The man looks down at my exposed, wide pussy and smiles.

"Oh, my delicious little slut is getting sopping wet." And he is right. I feel my juices coating my inner thighs and pussy. All of the sudden, the man stoops down onto his knees and begins to lick and finger my vagina. I let out a long moan, I love this so much. It is so wrong, but I think that is part of the reason I like it. The man reaches up and slowly takes out my gag.

"You fucking son of a BITCH!!" I scream at him, regaining my angry composure. He just laughs.

"Oh, you want me to fuck you? I see. How about we start with something I think you'll recognize. Unless you have really terrible short term memory." The man crosses the room and opens the chest, taking out the purple dildo from last night. I begin to scream as he approaches my immobilized body with the tool.

"Don't! Please!" I start to sob, remembering the look of horror in Reggie's face when he saw me enjoying it. I couldn't help myself, it felt so good. These thoughts run amok in my mind as the dildo is shoved into my pussy.

I yell at the man, begging and trying to get out of my chains. Then, the toy reaches its limit and he turns it on. I immediately am lost. I don't know what is wrong with me. I can't contain my moans and lust. I throw back my head and let out sighs and moans as pleasure runs through my body.

The vibrating gets higher and higher, finally making me cum violently. I come down off of my burst of adrenaline and slump in my chains, not strong anymore, done fighting this. What is the point? Me being stubborn won't accomplish anything but hurting myself.

"Okay. I'll submit." I groan, and the man smiles. He turns off the vibrator, but leaves it in my soaked pussy. All of the sudden, his face contorts into a scowl and he slaps me hard across the face.

"I am to be addressed as Master, and only that. You get five lashes tonight for not addressing me as such before. Now, I have business to attend to. I will have one of my other slaves set you free in an hour." Master walks over to the chest. He pulls out a butt plug and a ball gag. He shoves the butt plug in my ass, and I squeal. I am quickly silenced by the gag.

"Have fun, bitch." Master's deep voice echoes in the nearly empty room. He bends down right in front of me. I hear a click, and the vibrator starts at highest power. I scream and scream, squirming, flexing the muscles around my pussy, trying to push the thing out. Nothing works. The door slams shut and I continue to scream. After 5 minutes, I give up and try to relax.

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By the time the other slave got there, I was soaked with sweat and cum, panting. I'd already orgasmed three times. The slave smiles, her teeth blindingly whitened. I'm not even fazed by the fact that she is naked. Actually, she's quite pretty.

"Oh, you've got yourself into a bit of trouble." She says, sweeping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. She then bends down and switches off the vibrator, slowly taking it out. She then does something I did not expect. She begins to lap up my pussy juices and finger me. I moan when she hits my G-spot.

"Oh, Master must love this pussy! It's so tight and muscular and warm." The woman laughs lightly, then reaches up a key to unshackle me. I drop to the floor, the feeling is gone from my legs. The woman looks down at me. "Pathetic. Get your ass off the floor. Master has ordered me to bring you to his room. Follow me, or Master will punish you." I hastily get up and follow the girl down the concrete halls. We stop outside a big wooden double door.

The woman straightens my collar, instructing me to keep the leash in my hand, unless Master says otherwise. She smacks my ass and pussy so hard I wince, then leaves with a flip of her hair, her plump ass swinging from side to side.

"Enter, Slave." I hear Master's voice through the doors. I take a deep breath and enter the room. I am shocked by what I find. It's a normal bedroom. I don't know what I expected. A dungeon, perhaps, full of torture weapons. It is, in reality, a sizable room with a nice carpet, and enough room, but not too much. A fire burns away in the stone hearth. A huge four-poster bed sits opposite where I stand. Master is sitting in an armchair next to the fire.

"Every single night for the next ten months, you will come to this room after your supper and kneel beside my chair. You will sit there without speaking a word, even if I speak to you, for as long as I see fit." Master turns to me, his dark eyes glinting. I rush over to the chair and kneel at his side, my gaze fixed on him.

"Tonight, you may speak." Master takes out the ball gag and tosses it aside.

"Thank you, Master." I respond, looking down at my bare legs.

"You must have questions about being a slave. I will explain the procedure."

"Okay, Master."

"First, the slave-to-be submits. You have done that. They are sworn to my service for as long as I see fit, and then released. They will obey my every wish while they are enslaved, whether they want to or not. You will go through the unfortunate procedure of getting your vocal cords damaged so that no one will know about this. You will be given a apartment in a nice out of the way city. Do you agree to these terms?"

"Yes, I do, Master."

"Good. Now, for your daily procedure. When I train slaves, I concentrate on them for about 10 to 11 months. Then, I purchase a new slave to train, but you will not be forgotten. During these first 10 months, you will wake at six o'clock and go to the kitchens. There, the cook will teach you how I like my breakfast. You will make it. You will return at 6:30 to this room and give me my breakfast. I will eat as you sit silently on the hearth. At 7:00, we will proceed to disciplinary practices. This will prepare you to be a sex slave. You will soon love torture, I promise. These practices will continue until 12:00. At noon, you may eat your first meal of the day, oatmeal with brown sugar and a small cup of black coffee. Then, you will report to this room at 12:30 and I will fuck you harder than that pathetic husband of yours can. The rest of the day will be changed each day according to my wishes. Now, food for you."

Master produces a small loaf of bread, a dozen slices of cheese, and a large bottle of water. I immediately begin to eat, not caring how I look or if I will get punished. I need food desperately, my body is so weak. After I finish, I return to my kneeling position and look up at Master with my eyes full of thankfulness.

"Are you okay for food now?" Master asks, and I nod. "Get on the bed. I want to see what I'm missing with that lovely wet pussy of yours."

I obey, my stomach feeling as if it's tied in a knot. I don't want to have sex with anyone but Reggie, but I don't think I have much of choice. I sit on the bed and Master gets up, walking slowly over. I take in a shuddering breath as Master bends down, gliding his hands lightly over the curve of my waist.

I lay down on the bed, Master's clothed body over mine. He looks pointedly at me, and I slowly begin to unbutton his shirt. He flings it away, and I unbutton his pants, which he brings down to his ankles and kicks off. His legs are on either side of my thighs, and he bends over my body, kissing the curve of my neck.

I sigh, the gentle touch of his hands and lips alone make me wet. His beautiful face stares down at me with affection, but also dominance. As if he's saying, 'I love you so much. You are mine forever. I claim you.' And that is the god damn sexiest I've ever seen a man look.

"Calm down. I would never hurt your perfect self. Let me take over. Relax." Master orders in a whisper, and I do. I let myself sink into the bed and into my lust, reacting to each kiss and touch with a sigh or moan. After a few minutes, my pussy is sopping wet, and he notices. Master grins, taking off his underwear. His dick is already mostly erect, standing at about 8 and a half inches. Reggie's was only 5.

Master must hear my little gasp, because he smiles bigger. "Do you want it? Do you want it inside you?" Master asks lightly, and I nod, drawing in a shaky breath.

"Who am I to deny my lovely slave what she wants?" Master kisses my breasts softly, and I put my hands on his waist. I run my thumbs over his prominent abs, he is so beautiful and masculine. I am happy to let him take control.

Master brings his now fully erect dick to my slick opening. I sigh softly as the tip enters me. I thrust my hips forward as he pushes into me. I almost scream in lust as he fills me, an audible moan escaping my lips. Master's eyes gaze down at me, and he brushes my hair behind my ear.

"I love you. I love you so much." Master whispers in my ear. I shiver, a shy smile dawning on my face.

"Master?" I ask timidly.

"Yes, my slave?"

"Will you fuck me? Hard? I want to see how it feels." My stomach churns as the words escape my lips, but I mean every single one.

"Yes. Of course I will." Master grabs my hips, tightly. "Spread your legs, really wide. See if you like this position." Master guides my legs so that they are wrapped around his waist. And then, he starts.

All I feel is lust and enjoyment. I scream out every so often, moaning almost the whole time. Master thrusts deep into me, it feels amazing. Swift strokes, in and out, his balls slamming against my ass. We kiss and hold each other, our bodies soon coated with sweat. He pumps his hips, pushing his length deep inside my wet pussy. I wrap my arms around my master's neck, pulling his face closer to mine. He stops pumping, his dick outside my pussy.

"Kiss me." I moan, looking up into his eyes. I close my eyes and our lips lock. I hold him close, one of my hands pushing up into his neatly trimmed hair. He grabs my face, his tongue entering my mouth. I am surprised, but I soon do the same thing. We kiss each other with the ferocity of wild animals, parting for a moment every minute or so to catch our breath. Finally, we just lay side by side, staring at each other.

"Thank you, Master." I say in a barely audible whisper.

"You are welcome. Now, suck me off, and swallow all of my cum. It is your desert." Master commands, turning onto his back. I obey, crawling down to Master's completely erect cock. I put it in my mouth, choking at first, but soon getting into a rhythm. Master was already ready to cum before I started, so he does within a minute. I swallow it all, the hot, salty, sticky liquid coating my lips. Master pulls me to his bare chest, cradling me, comforting me.

"I will skip your whippings tonight, because you were such a good slave. Now, you must be so tired." Master says this about five minutes later, and I look up and nod.

"Where do I sleep?" I ask.

"With me. Get under the covers, you must be cold." Master says softly, holding them up and climbing in with me. The fire is dying down, leaving next to no light. I am on my side with one of Master's strong arms holding me close to his warm body. I curl in and fall asleep, completely exhausted.